A Young Student's Dream

It was 8:00 on a Friday morning. Today was the last day before Christmas break. Several students came into class, some had their cell phones to their ears while others were walking in with cups of hot coffee in their hands. Mr. Cohler was at the head of the class waiting patiently for his students.

“Alright guys, settle down,” he said.

“Hey, Mr. C. are you coming to the game?” asked James. “I gonna kill a buncha fuckers from Beaverton High tonight. It‘s gonna be awesome!”

“Of course, but watch your language. This is a classroom, not your house or a bar,” joked Mr. Cohler.

James gave him the thumbs up. He, along with his crew moved to the back row. James was a big guy. Six foot tall, about 220 pounds of muscle. A brick wall when it came to playing basketball.

The class got to their seats. Mr. Cohler did his roll call.

“Has anyone seen. Leila?” asked Cohler.

Just then the door opened and a cool breeze entered the room. A white, geeky looking girl wearing a long, black dress and a white blouse came in.

“What are you hiding under your long dress, Leila?” teased one of the cheerleaders.

“She probably wears granny panties!” yelled out James.

The class broke out in laughter. Poor Leila, her face got red with anger.

“Alright, that’s enough!” yelled out Cohler. “The next person to make those types of comments in this class will be suspended. I don’t care who you are or how popular you are, next time you’re suspended.”

The class stopped laughing and went back to their conversations, still amused with what they had done.

Leila thanked Cohler, went to her seat and put her head down. She closed her eyes and wiped her tears away with a Kleenex. She hated everyone in this class, everyone but Mr. Cohler. He was her favorite teacher. It was unfortunate that all of his other classes were full. This class had almost all of the popular kids. Sexy cheerleaders and hot jocks, you name them and they were here.

Leila could still hear everyone talking in the background. The bell rang, everyone starting reaching for their backpacks and purses. The whole class was out the door. The only ones left in the classroom were Mr. Cohler and Leila.

“Leila, can I help you with something?” he asked.

“No, I’m fine, Mr. Cohler.”

He slowly turned around and walked to his oak desk. Leila loved the shape of his body. He was built like the statue of David. His face, Leila could stare at his face forever. Strong square jaw, cheekbones, and when he smiled, oh those dimples drove her crazy. She felt her heart begin to race.

“Leila, don’t you have a class to go to?”

“No, my next class is in an hour. You don’t mind if I stay here for a while, do you?” she asked.

“Nope, it’s fine with me,” he said while working on his laptop.

Leila knew that his next class began in two hours. It was weird, she thought, that every time she started thinking about, Mr. Cohler she would automatically fantasize about having his cock inside her. She felt that he was the one. Leila loved this man. What’s not to love about him. He’s a gentleman, any girl would be lucky to have him.

Leila walked over to his desk and asked what he was doing.

“I’m working on my resume. Come this June, I’m gonna be laid off,” he said.

This made Leila tear up.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re leaving. You’re not coming back next year?”

“Well, not because I want to. Budgets, you know. A lot of vocational teachers are being let go.” he said.

Leila wrapped her arms tightly around him. Mr. Cohler could smell the sweet strawberry fragrance of her hair. He placed his arms around her small waist, try to comfort her. What happened next was not what he expected. Leila leaned back and gave him a small kiss in the corner of his lips. Mr. Cohler could feel his cock stiffening up. This geeky girl wearing black-framed glasses and a long dress was making him really hard.

Leila could feel his hard dick pressed against her petite body. However, she would have been happier if his dick was in her mouth, or better yet, in her virginal pussy. Mr. Cohler didn’t back away. He let her kiss him. He felt her tongue penetrating his lips. Leila massaged her tongue against his. Mr. Cohler felt her warm breath from her nose tickle his upper lip.

Leila stepped back and sat on his large desk. Mr.Cohler leaned forward and kissed her on the neck. He quickly moved his laptop onto one of the students desk. Leila laid down on his desk. He moved next to her and placed her head under his arm. Mr.Cohler placed his other hand on her stomach over her white buttoned blouse.

Leila could feel his hand moving down from her stomach. She suddenly felt his warm fingers under her panties. She began to moan slowly.

“Oh, that feels good.” she said.

Mr.Cohler moved his hand further down, until he could feel Leila’s wet pussy. He gently rubbed her pussy. Leila’s moaning was making him so hard, he thought his dick was going to brake. Damn, he thought, he should have worn looser pants.

Leila sat up, and unzipped Mr. Cohler’s pants. She pulled his cock out of his boxers. Wow, she had never seen a dick this big. She thought that they were only in movies.

“I’ve never done this before. I’m still a virgin,” she mentioned.

“That’s okay. We can go at your pace.”

Mr. Cohler wasn’t all that shocked to learn that Leila was still a virgin. The majority of the student body was too busy making her feel like crap instead of seeing the person she really was. Leila kissed the tip of his dick. Mr.Cohler watched on as she placed his cock in her small mouth. Leila would roll her tongue all around his big, throbbing dick, pleasing it and teasing it. Mr. Cohler began to moan Leila’s name. He had never moaned a woman’s name before during a blow job. This was new to him. He could usually last for hours. However, now he was fighting it. She was that good.

“Damn, Leila. You’re so good.”

She could feel his cock going deep inside her throat. Leila’s mouth was stretched wide open. She slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. She could feel his veins as it slid out of her lips. She laid back down on his desk. Mr. Cohler began to unbutton her white blouse. Leila exposed her small breasts. He began kissing one of her tits and caressing the other. Leila’s skin tasted like coconut.

“Fuck me, I want to feel your lips around my small pussy,” she said.

Mr. Cohler slowly moved down her stomach. Leila slightly lifted her lower body. He slipped her long dress off. It revealed black panties. They were damp with Leila’s pussy juice.Mr. Cohlerslipped her panties off and dropped them on the floor. Leila bent her knees and began to feel his tongue around her pussy. It felt so good. He spread her lips real wide and began licking her clit.

“Yeah, yeah. Make me yours. Make into a real woman,” Leila moaned while breathing heavily.

“I was saving myself for you. I knew one day you would fuck me, fuck me real good! Yes! Yes!” she yelled out.

Leila flipped on her stomach. She could feel him coming in from behind. Mr. Cohler began thrusting his cock back and forth, in and out, in and out an a repeated rhythm.

Leila was already five minutes late for her next class, but she didn’t care. She was being fucked very well by the man she loved. She didn’t want this to end. She was enjoying herself very much.Mr.Cohlerlaid on the table full of sweat. His cock pointed straight up. Leila bent her knees and guided his cock into her insatiable pussy. She bounced up and down repeatedly. Her small tits kept with the rhythm of her body.

She got off his dick and starting sucking it again. A few seconds later, Mr. Cohler could feel it, five loads of cum right in Leila’s mouth. She didn’t bother stopping, she kept going. His juice was rolling down the side of her mouth. Leila looked so cute with her glasses on and with his rigid dick in her mouth.

Suddenly time seemed to slow down. The bell rang. It didn’t seem to stop.

“Hey, Leila. Wake up. Class is over,” Mr. Cohler said.

Leila raised her head as the last student left the class.

“I thought James was the only one who slept through class.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Cohler. I didn’t mean to,” she said shamefully.

“You better get to class, you’re gonna be late.”

“My next class starts in an hour. Can I stay here for awhile?” asked Leila.

“Sure, my next class starts in an two hours.”

Leila thought that it was time to make her dreams real.

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